[Harper is wounded] Patrick Harper: Am I going to die this time, Father? Father Curtis: Yes, my son. Have you any last wishes? Patrick Harper: I wish I'd married Ramona, Father. Father Curtis: I can grant you that before you go. Quickly, now. Do you Patrick Harper take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? Say "I do!" Patrick Harper: I do. Father Curtis: Do you Ramona Gonzales take this man to be your husband? Say "I do!" Ramona: I do. Father Curtis: I now pronounce you man and wife. Now, get up and kiss the bride. Patrick Harper: I thought you said I was going to die, Father! Father Curtis: Sure, we're ALL going to die, Patrick. Richard Sharpe: Take my advice, Harris. When you get home, write a bloody good book with loads of shooting in it. You'll die a rich man.